The Affectation Of Sanctity Is A Blotch

Where Consequence Ceases, There Folly, Restlessness And Misery Begin.

Let None Turn Over Books, Or Roam The Stars In Quest Of God, Who Sees Him Not In Man.

He Can Feel No Little Wants Who Is In Pursuit Of Grandeur.

Too Much Gravity Argues A Shallow Mind.

Desire Is The Uneasiness A Man Finds In Himself Upon The Absence Of Anything Whose Present Enjoyment Carries The Idea Of Delight With It.